How you talkin that shit but you never
We got chops and barrettas
With balency all black at Coachella
Said you ran up like when did you ever?
If he make the wrong move we gon cock that
Keep it gangsta you kno you don't pop that
You a bitch and I'm finna cause madness
Keep on chattin? And we blastin
Show the gang that you bout all the action
If you bout what you bout let it throw up
Nigga gon chat about all of the opps he ain't hit
If I cap I make sure it say black sox
If he cap then we makin him pop lock
She ain't like me back when it was lunch box
Now I'm all in her mouth like some pop rocks
Mr Up it like bitch betta watch out
Mr wait take a flick wit the Glock out
Mr walk in balency and cop out
And yah boy you forgot he a cop now?
I start rappin and now I got opps now?
You start rappin and cap about shots now?
Cop a bird now you out tryna flock now?
Never knew but you really look up to me
Name a nigga you got that be uppin me
You not gettin no dap or wassup from me
A gazebo my niggas gon cover me
We gon put you right back in recovery
You a bum, you a rat, you a hoe to me
You can't even sit ina same row as me
Got a nine and a stick and a foe wit me
Bank and Q they gon pour me the yen
Only toastin that niggas get doe wit me
Got the juice but don't need me no gin